Worn

“Age is just a number,” says the well-worn adage. But is it a number you care about, or one you tend (or try) to ignore?

20140727-122151-44511025.jpgI’m getting older every single day
the minutes are ticking, the hours long gone
the lines form and groove ever so slowly on my face
carved like notes to an old song

They say age is just a number,
but it’s really one mark after another on the wall
with each day that goes by without you,
wondering when you’ll return – if you’ll return at all

So I’ll sit here, and watch the time pass me by
wondering where I went so wrong
How could I ever have let your love die?
It’s been so long now since I’ve been strong

But time, it cares not a worry,
it cares not for the lines it grooves on my face
it waits for no one, not even for our lost love,
not even a trace

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